Chapter 93

As Priscilla and Victoria climaxed again as they pushed their cock-stuffed pussies against each other’s mouths, Priscilla tried to recall when the last time was that she was this intimate with Victoria. Sure, they made out and licked each other aplenty, sucked off more cocks than they could count, but this was so different!

Fucking High Priest! Priscilla cursed the memory of the dead, crazy pervert. He was the one who kept this from us! Taint this, corruption that! I hope you burn in hell!

How could Lucarad not see her wishes? And if he did that was even worse! How could he ignore them so cruelly!? Queen Merillia was different! She felt the sorrow of Priscilla’s soul and granted her wish! The Queen was amazing! Why didn’t Priscilla realize it sooner? Instead of spending all that time listening to the High Priest’s lunacy, she should have grabbed Victoria and ran to the Queen on the very same day they came to the palace. Then she would have been happy so much sooner. They would have probably both been with babies already!

Oh well, better late than never, right, Victoria?

As Priscilla felt her womb swell with the hot seed of Merillia’s creatures, as she felt the creature’s cock throb and pump Victoria full of cum for a second time, Priscilla imagined that she was the one that filled Victoria up a bunch. That would have been the only thing that could make this day any more perfect. Fucking Victoria herself. Bending her over and ravaging her ass and cunt, making Victoria scream out Priscilla’s name while shaking her ass like a dumb slut.

“Ufh!” Priscilla moaned from her own fantasies and bit Victoria’s cum-smeared clit in a moment of passion. And when Victoria replied in kind Priscilla’s heart swelled with joy. We’re really made for each other! Priscilla moaned into Victoria’s swollen clit and bit down harder while gulping down the overflowing cum that poured out of Victoria’s pussy. Victoria did the same.

Let this clit link be the mark of a new chapter in our inseparable lives! Priscilla swore as she bit and sucked and licked Victoria’s delicious clitoris while pushing her own clit into Victoria’s face, demanding the same treatment. By your teeth marks on my clit, I swear that I will never leave you, and you will never leave me!

“How wonderful!” Queen Merillia smiled lovingly as she looked at the two fucked-out-of-their-minds priestesses.

Olivia was still held in the air at Merillia’s side, slipping in and out of consciousness as the translucent tentacles continued fucking her without end. But the Queen paid not even the slightest of attention to the ninja. Not when she had fresh toys to play with.

“She sure looks lonely, doesn’t she?” Merillia asked Carl while looking at the only priestess that remained bound and not thoroughly fucked.

Helen looked at her two friends with a pained expression. With each breath of the air that was permeated with the sweet scent of sex, Helen was tempted again and again. Tempted to let herself go completely and fall into the depths of pleasure and depravity. Fall and join Victoria and Priscilla in the mind-melting pleasures that humans were not meant to experience.

The memory of the High Priest’s cock in Helen’s ass grew fainter. Instead, her mind was filled with fantasies of the thick meat poles that the Queen’s creatures used to pound Victoria and Priscilla into insanity. Insane, body-altering, bulging pleasure.

Even at this late stage, Helen was amazed that neither of her friends cried in agony from the rough fucking by such gigantic cocks. But the answer was obvious. All three of them were prepared for this long ago. Every priest and priestess under Lucarad’s care was prepared for this. If anything, these cocks were just a warmup for what the demons had in store for them. Lucarad had kept the Taint in check to some extent, but now...

Helen recalled her sister’s orgasm face in the clutches of the Devourer. How tempting it was to join her! How many times did Elen orgasm in Devourer’s belly? How many times would they climax together? Was there even a shred of the person known as ‘Elen’ left by her second orgasm? Helen had hoped against all reason that by some miracle one day she’d hold her sister in her arms once again. But with the High Priest dead, if she were to fall too ... But Helen wanted to be fucked like that too! It took so much effort to resist! It would be so much easier to just let go and let them have their way with her body. It would feel amazing! But if she does that ... If she gives up... Lily!

Merillia saw a dying fire in Helen’s eyes. A dying ember of the last resistance still not extinguished.

“Cover them with your cum,” Merillia said.

“My Queen?” Carl did not understand Merillia’s order.

“Give that redhead priestess a hard fucking. And each time you cum, let it all out on that pretty little face of hers. Her eyes. Her nostrils. Her mouth. Her ears. Lay it on thick! I want her to see nothing but your cum. To smell nothing but your cum. To taste nothing but your cum. To hear only your cum. Paint her world white!”

“Yes, My Queen!” Carl bowed, rose to his feet and went to Helen, limping from the Queen’s earlier lesson.

Helen heard the Queen’s every word. Her mind tore itself apart in a desperate battle between dread and lecherous excitement as she watched the nine-foot-tall wall of pure muscle and impure cock steadily approach her without a shred of love or care in its eyes. It shamed Helen that her pussy ached so much for that merciless cock.

The other two priestesses did not hear a single word. Neither did they notice Carl’s approach. And even if they had, neither of them would have cared. They were too busy getting high on cum, pleasure, and wish-fulfillment fantasies while getting pounded in whichever way Liam and Jeremy desired.

The two former eunuchs, former men were more than happy to indulge the fantasies of the two fallen priestesses. Once in a while they moaned something about love or babies and cried out each other’s names. Neither Liam nor Jeremy particularly cared about any of that lovey-dovey stuff. But both of them were appreciative of how much each of the two women encouraged them to fuck the other and fill her up to the brim. And the thought of getting both priestesses pregnant while fucking them silly excited both monsters on a base level.

After all, wasn’t it every man’s goal in life to get as many hot women pregnant with their child as possible? And now, Liam and Jeremy found themselves at the top of the food chain. They rose from cockless, broken servants to the epitome of masculinity and the height of fertility.

Liam and Jeremy looked at each other as they screwed the two women between them. Their hard, ripped muscles glistened with sweat. Their champion forms and shredded eight-packs were without a doubt what every lonely woman fantasized about while satisfying herself at night. If they walked into the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild now, they would without a doubt be instantly granted triple S-rank and get sucked off by every S-rank beauty there just for gracing them with their divine presence while the other women would fight each other to the death for a chance to approach them.

Yes, a tournament! Liam and Jeremy would organize a tournament of their own! Only the hottest women would be permitted, of course. And the grand prize? The privilege to spread their legs for them and receive the greatest two cocks in the entire world!

It would probably be dangerous to put a baby in the winner, Liam thought. The other women might kill her out of jealousy!

Then we’ll just have to put a baby into every woman, Jeremy thought of a simple solution while filling up Priscilla’s bowels with cum.

The Queen was already getting bored of watching their delusional foursome and was thinking up further instructions for Carl once he was done with Helen to spice things up.

“Approximately twenty guards are quickly approaching this location using the little southwest staircase,” Noel suddenly spoke up.

“Oh, we can’t have that!” Merillia said. “They will just ruin the mood. Noel, go tell them to sweep the tunnels for the escaping intruders. But they are to remain open.”

“Yes, My Queen,” Noel said and remained standing where he stood. However, his half-dead eyes turned completely lifeless.

“Now—Ah?” the Queen was surprised when she suddenly felt something akin to two needles press against the back of her neck. “When did you get there?”

Beatrice stood four feet behind the Queen with arm raised and two extended claws pressing against the Queen’s neck. However, they did not even pierce the Queen’s skin. Beatrice knew her nails should have extended further and gone straight through that thin, haughty neck.

However, the same translucent energy that fucked Olivia and bound Beatrice before now got in the way between Merillia’s neck and Beatrice’s claws, stopping them dead in their tracks before they could shed even a drop of royal blood.

“GHAAAAH!!” Beatrice screamed in pain when the translucent tentacle snapped and broke both her claws.

Beatrice tried to retreat, but—regardless of whether the Queen’s defenses were sentient or automated—Beatrice was quickly bound for the second time after her last-ditch effort to take out the apparent enemy leader.

“I could have sworn you were all the way over there,” Merillia looked to where she last saw Beatrice get cast aside. With the momentary surprise passed, the Queen did not even bother to face her assailant sooner than needed.

“I admit I got slightly distracted,” Merillia confessed. “But with the angle and distance of the path you had to take to get into my blind spot, I am intrigued that your approach escaped my notice.”

Merillia then glanced at Noel who stood still as a statue and added, “the one time when I would have been curious to hear Noel’s long-winded explanation...”

Not that much explanation was needed. Beatrice used the combination of her [Blink (+1)] and [Refresh Cooldown (+2)] Skills. The enhancement of [Blink] allowed to double the travel distance to forty feet, thus allowing for the much longer, angled route to get behind the Queen supposedly unnoticed.

Skill Enhancement: Blink (+1)

Rank: C

Type: Combat Craft / Active

Cost: 40 Stamina

Cooldown: 4 Minutes

Description: Instantly move forty feet in any direction within line of sight and without movement-obstructing obstacles.

Minimum Requirements:

Character level: 25

Skill Points in Combat Craft: 10

A minute shaved off the cooldown was also somewhat nice, but that was hardly of consequence in Beatrice’s current situation.

Of Beatrice’s three new Skill Points she gained from defeating Asuna and her demon Beatrice had now used up one Skill Point to no effect. And the fact that Beatrice failed to even scratch the Queen gave little hope that further two investments into her low-level Combat Craft would produce meaningful results.

“Not that it would have mattered, but why did you not attempt to simply escape?” Merillia asked Beatrice as the magical grip tightened around the succubus and raised her higher off the floor.

“Why indeed,” Beatrice looked at the mutant that was once Carl as he limped up to Helen and leaned to pull out the nails that bound her hands to the wall. The Queen had made her intent toward the priestess clear. And by now Beatrice knew all too well the effects of high-level Taint corruption. Running away meant giving up on Olivia and the three priestesses as living, thinking human beings and leaving them to the whims of a queen that seemed all too fond of toying with lives.

“You’re right—the reason no longer matters,” Merillia chuckled. “Now, what should I do with you? Hm, hm, hm ... Ooh, I know! Have you ever fallen ass-first on a demon’s cock so long that you got forty feet of it thrust through your body and out your mouth? It’s to die for!”